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little mermaid. She inherited her motherā€™s gift for devising drapery and costume. As the last touch to her mermaidā€™s garb, Pearl took some eelgrass, and imitated, as best she could, on her own bosom, the decoration with which she was so familiar on her motherā€™s. A letterā ā€”the letter Aā ā€”but freshly green, instead of scarlet! The child bent her chin upon her breast, and contemplated this device with strange interest; even as if the one only thing for which she had been sent into the world was to make out its hidden import.

ā€œI wonder if mother will ask me what it means?ā€ thought Pearl.

Just then, she heard her motherā€™s voice, and flitting along as lightly as one of the little seabirds, appeared before Hester Prynne, dancing, laughing, and pointing her finger to the ornament upon her bosom.

ā€œMy little Pearl,ā€ said Hester, after a momentā€™s silence, ā€œthe green letter, and on thy childish bosom, has no purport. But dost thou know, my child, what this letter means which thy mother is doomed to wear?ā€

ā€œYes, mother,ā€ said the child. ā€œIt is the great letter A. Thou hast taught me in the hornbook.ā€

Hester looked steadily into her little face; but, though there was that singular expression which she had so often remarked in her black eyes, she could not satisfy herself whether Pearl really attached any meaning to the symbol. She felt a morbid desire to ascertain the point.

ā€œDost thou know, child, wherefore thy mother wears this letter?ā€

ā€œTruly do I!ā€ answered Pearl, looking brightly into her motherā€™s face. ā€œIt is for the same reason that the minister keeps his hand over his heart!ā€

ā€œAnd what reason is that?ā€ asked Hester, half smiling at the absurd incongruity of the childā€™s observation; but, on second thoughts, turning pale. ā€œWhat has the letter to do with any heart, save mine?ā€

ā€œNay, mother, I have told all I know,ā€ said Pearl, more seriously than she was wont to speak. ā€œAsk yonder old man whom thou hast been talking with! It may be he can tell. But in good earnest now, mother dear, what does this scarlet letter mean?ā ā€”and why dost thou wear it on thy bosom?ā ā€”and why does the minister keep his hand over his heart?ā€

She took her motherā€™s hand in both her own, and gazed into her eyes with an earnestness that was seldom seen in her wild and capricious character. The thought occurred to Hester, that the child might really be seeking to approach her with childlike confidence, and doing what she could, and as intelligently as she knew how, to establish a meeting-point of sympathy. It showed Pearl in an unwonted aspect. Heretofore, the mother, while loving her child with the intensity of a sole affection, had schooled herself to hope for little other return than the waywardness of an April breeze; which spends its time in airy sport, and has its gusts of inexplicable passion, and is petulant in its best of moods, and chills oftener than caresses you, when you take it to your bosom; in requital of which misdemeanors, it will sometimes, of its own vague purpose, kiss your cheek with a kind of doubtful tenderness, and play gently with your hair, and then be gone about its other idle business, leaving a dreamy pleasure at your heart. And this, moreover, was a motherā€™s estimate of the childā€™s disposition. Any other observer might have seen few but unamiable traits, and have given them a far darker coloring. But now the idea came strongly into Hesterā€™s mind, that Pearl, with her remarkable precocity and acuteness, might already have approached the age when she could be made a friend, and entrusted with as much of her motherā€™s sorrows as could be imparted, without irreverence either to the parent or the child. In the little chaos of Pearlā€™s character there might be seen emergingā ā€”and could have been, from the very firstā ā€”the steadfast principles of an unflinching courageā ā€”an uncontrollable willā ā€”a sturdy pride, which might be disciplined into self-respectā ā€”and a bitter scorn of many things, which, when examined, might be found to have the taint of falsehood in them. She possessed affections, too, though hitherto acrid and disagreeable, as are the richest flavors of unripe fruit. With all these sterling attributes, thought Hester, the evil which she inherited from her mother must be great indeed, if a noble woman do not grow out of this elfish child.

Pearlā€™s inevitable tendency to hover about the enigma of the scarlet letter seemed an innate quality of her being. From the earliest epoch of her conscious life, she had entered upon this as her appointed mission. Hester had often fancied that Providence had a design of justice and retribution, in endowing the child with this marked propensity; but never, until now, had she bethought herself to ask, whether, linked with that design, there might not likewise be a purpose of mercy and beneficence. If little Pearl were entertained with faith and trust, as a spirit messenger no less than an earthly child, might it not be her errand to soothe away the sorrow that lay cold in her motherā€™s heart, and converted it into a tomb?ā ā€”and to help her to overcome the passion, once so wild, and even yet neither dead nor asleep, but only imprisoned within the same tomb-like heart?

Such were some of the thoughts that now stirred in Hesterā€™s mind, with as much vivacity of impression as if they had actually been whispered into her ear. And there was little Pearl, all this while, holding her motherā€™s hand in both her own, and turning her face upward, while she put these searching questions, once, and again, and still a third time.

ā€œWhat does the letter mean, mother?ā ā€”and why dost thou wear it?ā ā€”and why does the minister keep his hand over his heart?ā€

ā€œWhat shall I say?ā€ thought Hester to herself. ā€œNo! If this be the price of the childā€™s sympathy, I cannot pay it.ā€

Then she spoke aloud.

ā€œSilly Pearl,ā€ said she, ā€œwhat questions are these? There are many things in this world that a

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